Chapter 2: Another Story

It started just after I turned twenty-one. A friend of mine, Paul, had also recently turned the legal drinking ago, so we were at a bar, doing what you do at a bar, picking up women. We had just entered the bar, having come from one across town where we stuck out. As we ordered our drinks, we turned to check out our prospects.

“What about those two?” Paul nodded across the bar.

“They seem a little older,” I answered looking them over.

“So what?” Paul said, nodding his head to the music. “Older women have more experience, they are more intune with their bodies.”

“Yeah and how would you know that?”

“I read,” he said without missing a beat. “I get the dirty blonde.”

“So you’re leaving me with the chunky one?”

“She has red hair,” Paul pointed out. “I know you have a thing for redheads.”

“Okay, whatever,” I said, grabbing my drink and heading toward their table.

“How are you ladies doing?” Paul said as we arrived. “Mind if we sit with you?”

“No, have a seat,” dirty blond said.

“I’m Paul, this is Tom,” he said as we sat down, Paul next to the dirty blond, me next to the redhead.

“I’m Marcy, this is my sister Joy,” the dirty blond said.

“Joy, that’s an interesting name,” I said to the red head.

“It has its ups and downs,” Joy said with a sexy smile.

“Can we freshen up your drinks?” Paul asked.

“Sure,” Marcy said.

“What brings you two here tonight?” I asked Joy as Paul ordered their drinks.

“Oh, you know, just have a few drinks, meet some new people,” Joy answered.

“It seems we have the drinks covered, have you met any interesting people?”

“Not until just now.”

We all talked for a while, then Paul and Marcy went to dance. I stay to talk to Joy. As stated earlier, Joy was a little chunky. She had wavy, shoulder length auburn hair, she wore glass and had on a flowery knee length dress. She looked nice, but not your typical dress-hot-to-get-fucked bar patrian. Marcy, on the other hand, wore a short, a tight, low cut dress with extreme cleavage. She clearly was looking to hook up.

After their dance, Paul and Marcy went to the bar to drink and talk privately. “Listen,” Joy said when there was a lul in the conversation. “I’m really just here for my sister Marcy, just as her wingman or wingwoman or whatever. I’m not really looking to hook up, in fact,” she held up her hand. “I’m married.” She looked a bit embarrassed like she got caught pulling a fast one over on me. I think she expected me to be mad, but instead, that gold band on her finger shot a bolt of thrill through my body. I knew, at that moment, I had to have her.

“You’re not mad are you?” she asked with an apologetic voice.

“Oh, no,” I said. “It’s no big deal.”

“You are very sweet, I like you alot. If I wasn’t married...” she reached out and put her hand over mine.

“It’s really okay,” I put my hand over hers and left it there. “Yes, I am a little disappointed,” it was time to throw out my line. “I mean, a sexy woman like you could have any man in this bar, but you chose to talk to me.”

She laughed and took her free and put it on top of our hands on the table. Was she going to take the bait? “That is sweet of you to say, but I hardly think it’s true. I’m a married woman with two children. That hardly screams sexy.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, that red hair, your eyes and that mouth, mmm, that mouth!”

She frowned, “My mouth? What’s so special about my mouth?”

This was it, this was the moment I was going to lose her altogether or she was going to be hooked. “I don’t know,” I said smiling. I reached up and ran my finger across her slightly parted lips. “It’s that kind of mouth every guy in this bar would love to see wrapped around their dicks.”

This started her, her eyes went wide. I would either lose her or start to reel her in. It took a second to recover but then she smiled a bit embarrassed and said, “Well, my husband does love my...” she lowered her voice and leaned forward. “Blow jobs.”

“I bet he does,” I smiled, ready to reel her in some more. “I guess it’s all for the better anyway.”

“What do you mean?” she said, frowning. “Well,” I said, lowering my voice leaning toward her. She leaned toward me in response. “I have a hard time finding somebody that can ... well, handle ... my size.”

“Handle your size?” she gasped. “Just how big is your ... I mean...”

“Length wise, I’m okay, thickness ... I’m more than some woman can handle. There have been a few that could only take the tip and blow jobs ... let’s just say most have a hard time getting my dick in their mouth.”

She leaned back and pulled her hands away. Damn, I shouldn’t have said ‘dick’, I pushed her too far. She looked away and just when I thought she was going to get up and leave she said, “I can’t imagine a ... dick ... being that big.”

Yes! And just like that, she was back!

She turned back to me and pouted, “You’re lying to me aren’t you!”

“No, I am deadly serious!”

She faced the front and took a long drink. Then she turned away from me, I could tell she didn’t want me to see as she opened her mouth and put her fingers in to gauge how big it would have to be to not fit.

She faced forward again, sat there for a moment, took another long drink, then shook her head before turning to me. “Nope, you’re pulling my leg.”

I stood up and reached for the zipper of my jeans, “I’ll show you if you don’t believe me!”

“No!” she gasped, reaching out and actually grazed my crotch. “Not here!”

Not here? That was an interesting way to put it. I sat back down, “Well, anytime you want me to prove it, I’ll be glad to show you.”

“God, you are so silly,” she giggled.

We talked about some other things, she asked about my job, and told me what her husband did for work. I thought, well, I almost had her. She laughed about something said, then shook her head and said, “Okay, I’ve got to see it, but it’s nothing sexual, we’re not doing anything.”

I shrugged. “The bathroom?” I suggested

“Ew, no! Somebody could walk in! What would they think?”

About that time, Paul and Marcy came to the table. Awe, great, I thought, what lousy timing! “Hey, we’re heading out if you guys don’t mind,” Paul said.

“Tom, could you give Joy a ride home?” Marcy asked. “We are taking my car.”

“Sure?” I answered looking toward Joy.

“Ah ... yeah ... I guess that would be fine.”

“Thanks, you guys are great!” she waved at joy. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Marcy, don’t forget!” Joy called after the two.

“Don’t worry about me!” Marcy called back as she and Paul left.

“Don’t forget what?” I had to ask.

“Well ... I shouldn’t say but...,” Joy hedged. “Okay, Marcy is getting married next weekend. We came here to blow off some steam before the wedding. She said she wanted to have fun but she promised not to take it too far.”

This made me smile that Paul was probably not going to get any tonight, at least, not from Marcy anyway.

“What will your husband think when I take you home?” I asked.

“Oh, he just started a seventy two hour shift at the North Bridge Fire Station,” she explained. North Bridge was in the next town over.

“So, we can go to your palace and...”

“No!” she exclaimed, pointing her finger at me. “I’m not taking any chances, this is not sexual, I just want to see your dick!”

Yeap, seeing my dick is where it starts, I thought.

“We’ll do it in your car, you’ll show me your dick, then you’ll take me home. Period.”

Yes, I thought, I’ll do you in my car.

I stood up and gestured toward the door. “After you!”

I paid the bill and followed her outside. I watched her walk, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t so drunk that I was taking advantage of her condition, but she walked in a straight line.

I walked her to my car and opened the back seat door. “Here you go.”

“The back seat? Oh, I don’t think so!”

“The steering wheel would get in the way.”

“You get in, drop your pants and I’ll look through the window,” she suggested.

I looked around, “Don’t you think that could draw attention?”

“Oh, alright! But don’t get any funny ideas!” She got in the car and I closed the door. I went around to the other side and got in. “Okay, lets see this thing then you can take me home.”

“Alright, be prepared to apologize.” I undid my jeans, pulled down the zipper and shoved my pants down, underwear and all. My dick popped up, long and straight for Joy to see in the light of the parking lot.

Joy gasped. “Oh, my god!” she exclaimed. “Look how fat that thing is!”

“So you can see my problem. It’s really hard for me to get a proper blow job. Most of the time all they can do is lick the head a little,” I rubbed the head of my cock with my finger. “But they have a hard time getting it in their mouths.”

Joy was staring at amazement at my dick. She leaned forward to examine it more closely. “I’ve never seen one that big! My husband is nowhere near that, not even in length but the girth! How can anybody take that monster?”

“You’d be surprised, as long as you been fucked regularly you could take it,” I was staring to make it personal to her. “With you being married and all, I bet you could fit it in.”